Still Home

deep in the solace of mind beyond, the realm assigned an outer reach of body, of kind she drew me in to a inconsiderable space that i didn't even know could evolve or exist the time was ripe the taste pure bliss I could smell all the fragrant flowers held taut, together in one place not dying nor withering away in some discolored, discontented hollow filled vase it was vibrance it was pure grace more than grasping for a longing or an impossible embrace we held tight in the scars we both shared dancing through the meadows where ghosts once appeared we were the sun and we kissed the dark enriched in the touch of another leaving our mark your echo still rattles my bones your presence I still call my home